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... coffee every morning with Max Lucado is my current therapy du jour. That's Lucado with a long "A" and I found that out listening to some of Max's Upwords on his website:
I've resisted the impulse to go to Max's website, highlight and copy some of his best stories and paste them here for you to read. If you want to read Max Lucado, do it the right way. Go buy one of his books or go check one out at your library. You owe it to yourself to take him seriously.
Day before yesterday I had a big grin at one of Max's stories. He tells of going to the church gym to play basketball. The players are made up of a diverse age and size variety, Max calls the "flat bellies" and the "fat bellies."
The flat bellies are agile and admired for their precision moves. They score a high percentage of baskets as the morning workout progresses. They are however, very tolerant and respectful of the fat bellies.
the fat bellies are very respectful of the flat bellies and admire their precision moves, their high basket scores and their youth and vitality.
The flat bellies respect the fat bellies because the fat bellies have the keys to the gymnasium in their pockets.
We all need to go through life remembering who has the keys to the gymnasium in their pocket.
I'd heard this story before, probably in one of Sherry's sermons (she's been reading Max Lucado for years).
Two battleships have been in stormy seas for days on manuevers off the Pacific Coast. In the early morning hours, still stormy with visibility at near zero, the intercom crackles "forward lookout to bridge, there's a light dead ahead." Because of the weather, the Captain has remained on the bridge and responds, "Forward lookout, this is the Captain, keep observing the light and tell me if it moves starboard or port or remains steady. If it remains steady it means we are on collision course."
A little while later the forward lookout reports the light is remaining steady. The captain sends a signalman out who flashes the message. "Light off point bow, change your course twenty degrees." From the light there comes the signal, "You change your course twenty degrees." The captain has the signalman send, "I am the Captain of this vessel and I command you to change your course by twenty degrees." The response comes, "I am a Yeoman 2nd Class and I instruct you to change your course twenty degrees."
Enraged, the Captain has this message sent, "This is a United States Battleship, change your course twenty degrees." From the light comes the response, "This is a lighthouse, change your course twenty degrees."
I don't need to finish this story. But the question that begs being answered is, "How much of our time do we spend demanding that lighthouses change their courses?"
I got Karen's beautiful red sunset shortly after I'd finished my "Coffee with Max" session and this thought came to mind.
An unusually percentage of males have a visual abnormality known in laymen's terms as "red-green color blindness."
During World War II, one of the sad things was the number of qualified young men who wanted to be aircraft pilots, but were color-blind. As I recall, they became bombardiers or navigators or maybe gunners. They can't be policemen. They will live and die and never know what the color "red" looks like.
I've tried to image how you could describe with words the color "red" to someone, to lessen their loss. I haven't even come up with a vague outline.
The question we all need to ask is, "What are our color-blind spots, our blind spots? What are the things we will never be able to fathom because of a flaw in one of the five senses?" If we know ourselves, our strengths (like the keys to the gym in our pocket) and our weaknesses (like color-blindness) and accept them, we'll be better able to deal with life.
The theme for week 47 is Portrait - not a self portrait! This is my cat companion Max and today is his second birthday. He agreed a little reluctantly to let me take his photo.
Max came over for photography lessons the other day. While he was there, I turned the camera on him. One of the best things about being an SL photographer is showing someone how you see them.
With a fresh crew on board, DMVW 5418 and 5544 are seen doubling up their train at Max just as a lucky break in the clouds speeds by. After a quick air test, the wayfreight would had south towards Coal Creek and eventually Bismarck.
It's no stretch to say that the most prominent structures in small prairie towns are their water tower and grain elevator. Heading north from Bismarck towards Minot, you'd be hard pressed to miss this prairie skyscraper with it's large black letters: "M A X N. D."
Max is where the line from Drake splits. One leg heads west toward New Town and the other leg heads south towards Bismarck. In 1984, the Drake-Bismarck line was Soo Line's "Missouri Valley Subdivision" while the Max-New Town line was the "New Town Subdivision".
These days, the line south of Max is operated by the DMVW as their own "Missouri Valley Subdivision" while the Drake-New Town section is simply CP's "New Town Subdivision". CP's side saw an explosion oil-related traffic, which resulted in major upgrades to this previously sleepy branch. DMVW's side is still kept busy with the majority of interchange terminated at the energy park in Coal Creek.
The cat is distasteful to ordinary people.
Magnetic and mysterious, it wearies their
frivolous minds; nor do they place any
value on its charming manners.
But the soul of a cat is its lordly pride.
Liberty, its blood and its nerves.
Its gaze is never cast down.
In the constant concealment of its passions,
in the clarity, the serenity
and beauty of its stances, the discipline
of its movements, how delicate a purity of feeling
may be found. When cats day dream or slumber
a spectral chill surrounds them.
Then, perhaps, the ghost of olden times
roam around them. Perhaps this vision
leads them to Bubastis; where their holy places
flourished once, and Ramesside ritual crowned them,
and their every movement was an augury for the priests.
C.P. CAVAFY (translated by D. Mendelsohn)
The beautiful exterior of Max Wildsmiths Equestrian store in Doncaster. I wouldn't be surprised if in a former life this place was a hotel and/or pub. This image was from a glorious August day back in 2022.
Max loves to help me make the bed.....trouble is, he hinders more than helps, as he loves to get under the covers!
Taken with my phone, as it was the only camera handy!
The westbound platform at Old Town/Chinatown was extended over the westbound trackway so doors on both sides of the train could be used. (The eastbound track is the only one that can be used when trains end here)
It reminded me of what I've read about the 42nd Street shuttle in New York City
A Dakota, Missouri Valley & Western train bound for Bismarck has just departed from Max, North Dakota on August 14, 2020.
in need of distraction, I took my cup of tea and camera down the garden . . . and Max and George are just perfect . . .
My girlfriend's cat Max chasing a moth.
Of our 3 cats, Max is probably the best bugger. He goes crazy whenever there's a moth or some other type of insect around and if the bug is high on the wall, he'll cry until one of us picks him up and gets him close to it. But I don't think he's ever killed a mouse.
My cat Nero on the other hand couldn't care less about bugs. But when it comes to mice, he's pretty deadly. Knock wood, we don't have mice in our house, but back in my last apartment, there was one winter where the mouse situation in the building was pretty bad.
Nero racked up about a dozen confirmed kills. Fortunately, he only brought me one that was still alive.
Happy Furry Friday!
Max has been working on his look the last few days. He looks so much more refined and unique now. Great job Max!!!
This is Phill's grandniece's dog, Max. We all went for a walk one afternoon before dinner up one of the many local hills
Another recent internet find from my days doing the record reviews for Audio Magazine from 1979 to 1995. Max Roach. A review of two albums; “We Insist! – Freedom Now Suite” and “Pictures in a Frame.”
she had her own leash so she could walk max little did she realize that her mum had the other leash :-)
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A section of the Appalachian Trailcrossing the summit. To gain a real sense of perspective, zoom the photo to the max, and you'll see a lone hiker hiking down the trail towards the forests beyond in the mid-center/left in the photo.
Kersosin 95 - Take the A-Train Musikfestival Salzburg - 14.09.2019 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
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Besetzung:
Kathrin Kolleritsch: vocals
Max Plattner: drums
Nastasja Ronck: keys, guitar
Während die neu ausgeliefert D-AMAB von TUI in Hannover AOG gammelt, flog diese 737 MAX 8 von Neos ein paar Tage für die deutsche Ferienfluggesellschaft.
The Max Roadster was created by Kick Design, showing the possibilities that designing with plastic and resin instead of metal had. The idea was to make several modules of the rear of the car, that could be exchanged. The technical base was the Citroën AX. In 1990 the first cars were ready. But the market wasn't right for this car, after minor production figures they went out of business in 1993.
Currently car journalist Aart van der Haagen is doing research to the history of this car, his goal is to write a book about it. Any information is welcome.
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